The lion floods the space with a sharp roar - what the human figure did not dare express. Instinct refuses the path assigned to it. Power continues to pulsate, even when confined.
The mouth carries what is lost and what persists. Memory functions as a living process: it decays, changes, is reborn, rewrites what has been passed down.
The butterflies remind us that nothing is ever truly lost - it merely changes form. Their flight is not escape, but a way for memory to persist and transform.
A spiral form unfolds, ending in a human figure that emerges or is consumed by its swirl. The work touches on the point where form struggles to exist, even as it is born and devoured by the vortex.